Glancing at the overcast April sky,
I try to refrain from my
Pensive thoughts.
But how can I elude the manacles
Of my singleness?
Not in the memory of my living loners,
Or the anecdotes of fallen love seekers,
Has such survival instinct,
Ever been prescribed.
Did they not say my love
Shall come around someday?
I think she got hit by a truck.
And may never make it to my heart.
Fate, you have hidden your Fortune
From me.
Fortune itself has gone beyond
Your arm's reach.
Or is the road to my heart that bumpy?
If not, make haste my love
Come hither and embrace
This lorn soul
For eternity it has waited for you
Unloved and uncared-for
Lips unkissed.
My youth is fast ebbing
And these palms,
The would be explorers
Of your youthful skin,
Wrinkled by age and grief
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